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Author's note: I've been busy with college applications and school so I haven't had a chance lately nor have I had the inspiration. Curse writer's block purple monkeys! And I hope everyone had a good turkey day in the US.
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Spring was giving way to summer soon. But the intolerable heat had still yet to come and for the moment, the cool temperatures that spring was famous for was still here. And Faramir, on his never-ending quest to be the perfect father and husband, as much time as he could with his wife Èowyn and beloved little girl, Losswen.
Every day, Losswen grew more and more. And the argument that would probably never settle continued to rage between the two, loving parents. Faramir continued to say how much Èowyn was like Losswen and Èowyn said just the same about Faramir and Losswen.
But one weekend, Faramir sat comfortably in his study, reading about the history of Gondor over the past age, something that Faramir was well versed in since his childhood. History had always been a passion for him and for Boromir as well. But now, he found his mind drifting to Losswen, something that was not that uncommon.
Faramir's POV
I could not focus on this history book. It is a book that I have read numerous times but I find myself drifting to my daughter, like always.
She has grown so much in just one month. Èowyn believes that she is getting ready to say her first word very soon. Personally, I don't think she is quite ready just yet. She still prefers to shout at the top of her little lungs whenever she gets a chance to get my attention or her mother's. She giggles with the delight and gives the prettiest smile when she is happy. She crinkles her forehead whenever she is in deep concentration trying to solve one of her puzzles. Or if she really feels talkative, she will ramble on in her unique gibberish and whoever listens to my daughter cannot help but smile at the little snow maiden.
As I think of my little snow maiden, I place the book aside and rush her room where I find Èowyn playing with Losswen and my daughter's stuff horse, which Èowyn has named Swefn (Rohirric for vision or dream I believe). As I enter her room, Losswen's face immediately lights up in happiness and giggles with delight. "Ah! There's my beautiful little snow maiden!" I said dropping to my knees and sitting next to my daughter.
Just a week ago she had become an expert with walking and now she walked every chance she got, including into my lap. I laughed happily catching her in my arms. "I thought you were going to spend the afternoon in your study," Èowyn asked curiously handing Losswen Swefn.
"So did I but I just wanted to see how my daughter was doing," I replied casually about to give my daughter a raspberry on her stomach. And Losswen's laughter followed.
"Faramir, do not do that," Èowyn said with a slight annoyance in her voice. "She is already ticklish enough."
"Mama just does not know when to have fun," I teased with a smile, holding my daughter securely. "Do you not agree, Losswen?"
Èowyn's features softened into a smile. "I need to check upon a few things. Just don't let her get dirty again. I've already had to bathe her once this morning when I found her playing in the mud."
"Maybe she wants to be a ranger like her papa was," I suggested. Losswen tugged at my tunic, trying to gain my attention. "In a moment, darling."
"A ranger? Losswen a ranger?" Èowyn looked amused. And like always, the infamous argument began to take place between us. "Like her papa? I am sorry, my beloved husband, she is going to take after her mother."
"Her mother? My dear Èowyn, she is going to take after me…" But Losswen's tugging became harder and more incessant. "In a moment, Losswen."
And then, a beautiful voice came. Something that neither of us had expected. It sounded like Èowyn's but more like mine.
"Papa!" And the small, excited voice came again. "Papa! Papa!"
I looked down to see my little Losswen, holding my tunic tightly in her little hands, chanting over and over again, "Papa! Papa!"
Excitement and happiness rushes through me as my daughter speaks her first word: papa. Èowyn looks down, smiling at us as Losswen's musical little voice echoes through out the house chanting, "Papa!" over and over again.
Losswen continued to chant happily for the next hour. Faramir could hardly contain his happiness and what Èowyn heard was the endless chatter of her husband and little daughter. "You are right, Faramir," she started happily, brushing off her dress. "Losswen is very much like you."
"What do you mean by that?" Faramir asked curiously.
"Well, like father, like daughter. You could not stop talking even if you fell dead right here. You talk endlessly once you get started. I am starting to get the feeling that Losswen will be very much the same," Èowyn explained.
"I cannot believe what I am hearing," Faramir explained over Losswen's papa chanting. "I do not ramble on! How do you come to such a conclusion?"
"Mother knows best," Èowyn said softly with a wink.
Author's note: There you have it. A much long overdue chapter four for Fatherhood. Sorry it took so long. And I say it again, the college search it tough. I've already applied to two schools (mentioned in my profile) and I have yet to get into them or even hear anything. I hate waiting. So anyhow, don't know what to do for chapter five. I'll try to write it soon. But anyhow, hope everyone had a good Turkey Day in the US. I hope I caught all the mistakes.
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